The sky was still dull grey but was slowly turning light signalling it was almost noon in Morva.
The ground shook as countless feet trampled through the forest, drawing closer to the trio and the Eldrath Executor.
Goblins. Countless goblins. They came from everywhere rushing like a green river of war filling the whole forest.
The creature had made its decision. Since it could no longer hide them inside illusions and distortions, it simply called them directly.
Leo clicked his tongue as the first wave burst through the trees. There were dozens at first, then hundreds behind them. Large goblins pushed through the smaller ones while crude weapons rose above the crowd like a forest of rusted steel.
"So much for a fair fight."
"We were never getting one," Lucien replied.
Nightwalker remained focused on the Eldrath Executor. He did not even glance at the incoming horde.
"Ignore the goblins."
Leo nearly laughed. "There are hundreds of them."
